***Completed*** Lady Jessamyn brought home a ten-year-old orphan when she was eight. He was handsome ^_~. She provided him with a place to stay and warm meals. As they grew up, she desired to marry him, despite their differing statuses. As war raged, he signed up for the military, promising to ask for her hand when he was worthy. Two years later, he became more than what he promised he would be. He became the Archduke of Ayberia. But he broke her heart by marrying her friend. Years rolled away; life happened. She married a man who loved her and fell madly in love with him. She didn't think of him again. But fate was cruel; she was widowed at the age of twenty-one. She lost everything. Seven years later, she met a mysterious wolf while she was out at work in the Archduke's fief. She had a fall. The next morning, she found herself on the Archduke's bed. Did fate bring them together again? Or something nefarious is at play? Is this a chance for a second love? Will she find out why he abandoned her in the past? Is it possible to rekindle their old love, or is it too late? ----- Join me in this journey. Your comments and votes are appreciated. Gift me to motivate me. Updates will be daily.
The curtains dropped engulfing them in a comfortable darkness. Jessamyn pressed her lips as his face magnified in front of her. His eyes were clouded and she felt the pang of pain again, trying to paralyze her.
"Oh…" he sighed, his warm breath rushing its way to fall on her trembling lips bringing along his masculine scent. A lot of things happened leaving Jessamyn frozen. Mainly, the pain rendered her motionless.
His arm was around her waist and he fixed the hair on her face with the tender touch of his finger. A drop of his tear fell at the corner of her mouth. He let out another deep breath.
She understood he too was in pain—just like her.
Why? Why did you leave me after I waited for you for two years? What did I do wrong?
She dreaded asking him now because she already had the answer.